1:23:04
So they come up with another idea.
1:23:09
The next thing I see is this metallic object.
1:23:15
A spoon.
1:23:17
They want to use a spoon...
1:23:20
to scoop my eye out of its socket.
1:23:25
I feel the cold metal poke under my eye.
1:23:30
I know I'm not going to talk.
1:23:34
And I don't. I wish I'd pass out, but I don't.
1:23:45
The door bursts open. It's the cops.
1:23:51
I never thought I'd be happy
to see the cops.
1:23:55
They're swarming all over.
One of the Feds knocks me out.
1:23:58
The next thing I know,
I'm waking up in a Dumpster...
1:24:02
fucked up, but alive.
1:24:04
Now, two years later, I walk into a bar.
1:24:08
Who's sitting there having a drink?
1:24:11
One of the cops.
1:24:14
And he is drinking with the Fed
who was scooping my eye out.
1:24:19
They're laughing.
1:24:21
They don't recognize me,
don't give a shit about me.
1:24:24
They're having a good time.
1:24:30
I started to get the picture, the whole thing.
The cops, the Feds...
1:24:35
all planned, orchestrated by Carl Baxter,
just to test me.
1:24:50
He liked me very much. Like a son.
1:24:59
So I can't trust Morrison,
and I have to trust you.